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The place where the Pink Fox lived was just like this, and equally immaculate. Many of the furnishings had been meticulously carved to match those of the Pink Fox, and he could even trace the lingering shadow of the fox in various objects around him.

Meanwhile, Lin Guoguo leaped upward, heading straight for the head of the Millennium Ice Dragon, her gaze quietly resting upon the thousand-year-old snow lotus.

When Lu Yun and the others heard this news, they burst into hearty laughter. This single joke sustained them for three full days, though regrettably, neither Micruz nor Halurot would ever have the chance to hear such a joke again.

This fact had already been thoroughly proven earlier when she was attacked by Liu Sheng.

Chu Ming gave his soldiers a serious and earnest instruction, and then bolted forward abruptly.

"Eldest brother, Fang Qiao passed the imperial examinations as a provincial candidate at the age of eighteen and was appointed as a Feather Cavalry Officer. He possesses a noble character and is entirely trustworthy. He suggests that we pay a visit to Prefect Gou to resolve this crisis," Shen Hou said with absolute conviction. Fang's scheming and Du's decisiveness had been praised for a millennium; how could his words be wrong?

Suddenly, a mile or two ahead, the sounds of shouting men and neighing horses echoed alongside the rumble of battle. Troops swarmed like ants as over ten thousand soldiers emerged from behind a hill. Their armor gleamed brightly and their sabers and spears flashed dazzlingly. Within the rapidly arrayed battle formation, a massive banner bearing the striking character "Tang" was clearly discernible.

The divine sword was unsheathed, its blade casting a formless light. The illusory sword turned substantial, and sword Qi surged forth spontaneously. Controlling the sword through vital energy—this was undoubtedly the Return of Myriad Swords.

Seeing that Old Wang’s train of thought was crystal clear, his answers fluent, and his analysis of current electronic technology development spot-on—with movements and demeanor indistinguishable from a real human—who would dare call him a robot? An expert even stepped forward to ask: "We currently have many unresolved technical difficulties; could we perhaps ask Old Wang to guide us for a period of time to help us improve?"

Early the next morning, Narantuya heard the bleating of sheep outside. Fearing that government soldiers might be in pursuit, she hurriedly ran to the tent flap to peek outside. She saw that the herdsman had also rushed out, looking around, but nothing was amiss. She stepped out as well, intending to accompany the herdsman to check on the sheep, when suddenly, several burly men appeared close by.

The chilling wind raged and sword Qi crisscrossed. The garments of both Lan Feng and the Sword Emperor Mihawk were continuously shredded apart, while gashes relentlessly appeared on their bodies, sending blood spraying and splashing into midair.

Liang Tiancheng maintained his output continuously for three whole years before finally stabilizing the state of the newly born Decanters Holy Realm. Looking at the vast holy realm glowing with renewed vitality and rebirth—a massive holy realm jointly constructed by three parties—a knowing smile appeared at the corner of Liang Tiancheng's mouth.

The monster wreathed in black mist seemed to recognize the terrifying power of this "sun," frantically thrusting its hands outward while unleashing a fierce blast from its mouth. A surge of crimson-black vapor met the blindingly brilliant "sun" head-on.

Remembering the day he first returned, Xu Chen himself found it unfamiliar. A bustling, magnificent city had abruptly appeared on the previously desolate plain.

"What is going on? Where am I?" Li Xingtian's voice suddenly rang out, and Qin Feng instantly pinpointed Mike's location.

His mother, Hong Lianyun, was a tier-three alchemist, a prominent figure within a radius of tens of thousands of miles. She was very empathetic, though she possessed an independent personality and strong opinions. She could be extremely gentle, but when angered, she was exceptionally serious and rigorous.

This man in black robes was Ghost-Faced Daoist's master, the Ghost-Faced Mountain Dweller. Sitting opposite the Ghost-Faced Mountain Dweller was another man whose face was pale and entirely devoid of color. Had he not still been breathing with his chest faintly rising and falling, one would have mistaken him for a dead man.

The bathtub in the bathroom was filled with warm water scattered with flower petals; Lucy had specially prepared this bathwater for Qin Feng.

The amount of time they had mastered primordial-grade supreme treasures had already exceeded the span of two manifestations of the Primordial Heavenly Realm. Over this unimaginably long passage of endless years, their comprehension of these supreme treasures had reached the pinnacle of perfection.

"Sect Master! It is entirely due to my usual laxity in discipline; please punish me, Sect Master!" Seeing Daoqing's gloomy expression, Nangong Wang immediately dropped to his knees before Nangong Wuque, weeping bitterly with a choked voice.

Especially since she was with a boyfriend with whom she had only recently established a relationship, she cast aside all modesty and reserve.

Completely different from the ground, this place had its own ecosystem. The Xenomorphs did not seem to destroy the ecology here, but merely occupied a territory as their domain.

The moment his body flew out, it slammed into a large tree with a loud crash. Long Tianwei immediately activated his Void Ghostly Steps, vanishing from everyone's sight in an instant. Where no one could see, Long Tianwei was still clutching his chest and panting heavily.

"That's right, Penglai is also one of the foundation nodes of the grand Zhou Tian Star Array, and all those blessed lands between yin and yang, illusion and reality in this world are as well. I imagine there must be a divine stele within the Guanghan Palace as well," said Gui Yuan.

The moment they saw the Qi Spirit Sect matching the bid, the gathered cultivators obediently stopped bidding, instead wearing expressions as if they were waiting to watch a good show.

It was precisely this nervousness that caused them to misjudge the situation earlier, losing a bit of face within the mercenary group.

"Yue'er, stop crying. We've come to the wrong place." He Yuqing gently extended her hand and pulled Yang Yue'er behind her. Deep disappointment, and even a faint trace of resentment, showed in her eyes. A nameless tightening gripped Ye Feng's heart. He opened his mouth, but not a single word came out.

Tie Daniu seemed to experience a sudden flash of enlightenment as his gaze shifted toward the young man, watching as the young man's eyes slowly opened.

"A pair of figures, one black and one white?" Ling Fei and Su子墨 both froze, a creeping sense of horror washing over them in succession. The latter was instantly reminded of how her grandfather had passed away two years prior.